#Soon?

[bheaste]

Ooh. Ooh!

My most liked posts consist of Wally… getting smooched! Pecked!

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pt. 2 mansplain

pt. 1 manspread, pt. 3 manipulate

around 3 weeks had passed since ‘that’ night. you had stumbled back to your room with the aftertaste of cheol’s cum in your mouth and as you collapsed on your bed, exhausted, you decided it was a mistake.

so, you started avoiding him. in person that is. both cheol and his thick cock were still on your mind - memories of him bringing you to orgasm every night.

despite that, you did everything possible to make sure you wouldn’t run into him. so much so, that you kind of knew his schedule at this point. but it was stressful. your room was gross, dishes piling up since you could only go into the kitchen late at night to eat, and your sleep schedule was a complete mess. all the sneaking around and late nights had made you pretty fucking irritable. or maybe it was what happened 3 days ago.

you had been sneaking out to head to class early in the morning and as you passed his room, the door suddenly opened. of course you’d prepared for this, which is why you had headphones on, so you could walk by and pretend you didn’t hear anything. but there was a smell…and it smelled like sweet perfume. your head snapped - it was a girl.

her hair was a mess, her clothes obviously put on in a hurry, and she had the dumbest smile plastered across her face. like she’d never had a complex thought in her life. but despite it all,  she looked so blissfully happy. what did she look so fucking pleased for?

you caught cheol’s eye as he smiled at you, smug as ever, his bare chest peeking through the door. panicking, you hurried off not acknowledging either of them.

it had been playing on your mind since. sure, you had been avoiding him but you kind of thought he was spending every waking moment thinking of you.

and now, as you’re waiting for the water to come to a boil at 2 am to make some instant noodles, your mind goes back to it - who was she? you’re so preoccupied that you don’t even hear cheol walk in.

‘o-oh, look who it is’ he laughs as you jump at the sudden voice. fuck fuck fuck.

‘how are you?’ he asks coolly, leaning against the kitchen counter. it bothers you how unbothered he sounds.

‘good’

‘i’m good too.’ he says even though you didn’t ask.

silence.

‘are you not going to look at me? aww, do i make you nervous?’ he pouts, talking down to you. asshole. you really don’t want to feed his ego so you turn towards him, flashing him a forced smile.

fuck, he looks good. he’s wearing a loose black t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a thin silver chain around his neck. and even though you only looked at him for second, you can tell he’s not wearing any underwear, his cock hanging loose under his sweats. you feel your body getting hot at the thought. focus.

you reach for a pair of scissors, and as you go to grab them, they slip out of your now clammy hands, falling to the floor. cheol starts walking over to pick them up.

‘DON’T -’ you snap, making him stop mid-way. 

‘someone’s tense’ there’s that hint of satisfaction in his voice again.

‘i’m not tense’ you say, picking them off the floor.

‘mmm, you are’ he hums.

‘no’ you clench your teeth, irritated.

‘yeah, you are’ he insists. like it’s a fact. don’t you know?

‘no, i’m fucking not. why are you telling me how i’m fucking feeling?’

there’s an abrupt silence. and it continues for what seems like ages as you start feeling really uncomfortable. cheol watches you, looking directly at you while you look away. for a second you feel like he might leave. instead, he starts walking over to you.

‘do you…want me…to help you…release…some of that tension?’ he asks, coming one step closer with every pause.

you really wish he wouldn’t. just a few inches more and your brain will start getting foggy and stupid.

‘no…’ your voice is small.

‘no? so you don’t want me to return the favour?’ of course you did. it was childish but you wanted what she got - that blissfully stupid satisfied smile on your face.

you stay silent as he takes his last step, standing right in front of you. he studies your face, amused by how you can’t meet his eye. is it bad that you want him to kiss you?

and then he does. he leans forward, placing a soft wet kiss on your neck as you let out a low sigh. you finally look up at him.

there’s a look of pure arrogance in his eyes that turns you on more than it should. he grabs your face pulling you into a rough sloppy kiss. and as you kiss, you feel his hand travel down your body. he gropes your breast, squeezing it hard, before sliding his hand underneath your shorts.

as his fingers press against your damp core, you shudder. you’ve been craving this for so long that it feels almost surreal. dazed and dizzy, you grab onto his arms for support, suddenly realising how small your hands look on his biceps. it’s so hot. do you have a size kink now? you don’t know anything anymore.

he pulls your panties aside, his fingers making direct contact with your wet folds and slowly starts rubbing. you need more. so you spread your legs to give him better access, unable to control the pornographic sounds spilling out of your mouth.

‘how is it -’ he suddenly pushes two fingers into you as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and starts thrusting ‘-that you’re always acting like a slut where people can see you?’

‘i’m not..a slut..’ you argue, sure as hell feeling like one.

‘mmm? look at you…dripping wet…moaning in my ear…getting fingered by a guy you barely know…and you’re not a slut?’ he curls his fingers up and you feel yourself tightening around him.

you have half a mind to argue that he was doing the same thing just a few weeks ago - acting like a slut in public - but when his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit you decide there are more important things. like whatever feeling is building up between your legs.

‘aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ he clicks his tongue. ‘letting just anyone stick it in your holes? first your mouth, now your pussy. filthy fucking whore’ he mocks, as you gush around his fingers.

every time he degrades you, you feel closer to your orgasm. you know that just a few more minutes and it’ll take over you. so, you try to push him away, grabbing his wrist.

‘seungcheol...please stop…if you keep doing that, i’ll cum’ it’s too soon and he had promised you his face between your thighs. this couldn’t be all, right?

‘so? cum’ he sounds bored by your concerns. it’s impossible to the hide the disappointment on your face. and before you can mask it he’s already seen it.

‘i asked you to cum’ he orders as his fingers start fucking you faster, his lips back on your neck, sucking that sweet spot below your ear. fuck it, you might as well. you let yourself go allowing the orgasm to build up and cum all over his fingers, your walls pulsing around him.

you hold yourself against him, breathing hard, as you feel it die down, disappointed it’s already over.

‘taste yourself’ he brings his fingers up and sticks them in your mouth, watching as you suck on your own juices.

and then, without warning, he lifts you up on the counter. ‘even i want to taste’ he hums, making his way down between your thighs.

‘take them off’ he tugs at your shorts. you feel your face burning as you pull your shorts and panties off, dropping them to floor.

‘go on, spread your legs, let me see your wet little cunt’ he orders, his tongue slowly grazing his teeth as he takes in the sight -  your pretty pussy all slick and shiny for him. how perfect.

as he stares, with an incredibly lewd expression on his face, you’re suddenly aware of how much of you he can actually see. embarrassed, you try and close your legs but he pries them open, the strength in his arms far greater than what you can muster.

‘isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for? why are you so embarrassed now?’ he asks, reaching forward to kiss your inner thigh. you feel faint.

‘do you think i don’t know that you’ve been playing with your pussy every night thinking about me?’ 

how did he know? 

‘making yourself cum by imagining my fat cock in your mouth…that’s what you should be embarrassed about you desperate slut’ you feel like you could cum again from his words alone.

‘seungcheol…please’ you don’t care anymore. you want just his tongue on you.

‘please what?’ he kisses closer, his nose accidentally grazing against your core, making you shiver.

‘please lick my pussy...i’ll do anything’ you beg.

you must’ve said the right thing because he pulls you forward, resting your legs on his broad shoulders. you feel his warm breath on you before he finally takes a taste of your slick cunt, letting out a low hum of approval, like when you have the first bite of something delicious.

you whimper as you watch him devour you - his tongue flat against you, giving you broad licks before curling at your clit. you’re already so sensitive from your first orgasm and you know you won’t last too long. especially because of how hot he looks - you can see the hint of a tattoo on his back and his thick cock erect under his sweatpants, the outline of which makes you feel stupidly aroused.

and just when you think he can’t look hotter he looks up at you, watching you through his pretty lashes as he eats you out. it’s so…intimate and as his licks get quicker and more intense, you feel yourself on the edge.

‘...don’t stop’ and he doesn’t. your eyes shut and your mouth falls open in anticipation of your orgasm. you can feel it, just a few more seconds. just anoth-

and then he stops.

your eyes fly open immediately. why, why, why? you were so close.

he smirks at your reaction and suddenly gets up, standing in between your legs. he wraps his hand around your throat and with a cold unfeeling look in his eyes says ‘tell me you’re my dumb slut.’

well, you did say you’d do anything and he wants to test how bad you want it. but there’s no way you’re going to call yourself dumb, especially in comparison to him. and there’s no way you’re calling yourself his property. right?

his eyebrow cocks up ever so slightly at your silence. you gasp for air as his fingers clench tighter around your neck. ‘tell me. you’re my. dumb slut.’ cheol repeats slowly.

you can never admit it but you’ve never been this turned on. you press your thighs together to calm down and are actually embarrassed at the lack of friction between them. you’re sickeningly wet.

very softly, barely above a whisper, you answer ‘i..i’m your dumb slut’

a slow smile creeps onto his face. he’s so so pleased with you and for a second you feel almost proud. he removes his hand from your throat and grabs your face, laughing cruelly ‘god, i love pathetic whores like you…throwing away your self respect so easily’ and just like that he’s in between your legs once again.

he grabs your legs, holding them up and apart as he eats you out, his tongue fucking your hole. there’s something about watching his tongue move in and out of you that makes you wish he would pull out his cock and fuck you right here, right now. focus.

you grab at cheols hair, pulling at it as he switches back to tasting you, giving light quick flicks against your clit. yes, that’s it. it feels so fucking good - his tongue licking around your swollen clit over and over again. as he continues, your eyes flutter shut and a smile spreads across your face. you can tell it’s that stupid fucking smile she had on hers. and now you get why.

you can’t tell if it’s the wet noises of how he’s slurping you up or the way his saliva is mixing with your juices making everything a slippery mess, or maybe both, but you feel the most intense orgasm building up, the knot in your stomach begging to be released.

‘i’m…i’m going to cum’ you moan, pushing his face into your cunt as he keeps going.

and as he gives you his last licks, you scream, euphoria taking over you body. he looks up, watching you, as you quiver with pleasure, coating his face with your sticky cum. and it just doesn’t stop - waves and waves of pleasure keep washing over you before you physically push him away, unable to take anymore. 

it was everything you imagined it would be. ugh.

you shut your eyes in the aftermath your intense orgasm, trying to come down from your high when you feel his tongue on you again, jumping at the sudden stimulation. ‘n-no…it’s too sensitive…’ you protest but as he starts giving you those light little tongue flicks again you feel your second orgasm die down and a third take its place.

a few minutes later he brings you to your third, less intense, but incredibly satisfying orgasm. as you come off it, you suddenly feel exhausted.

‘i can’t anymore...’ you mumble, completely drained. he looks at you for a second and nods, squeezing your thigh so as to say ‘good job’ before getting up.

you watch as he stands, lifting his t-shirt to wipe the wetness around his mouth before running his fingers through his hair. how is someone so fucking awful so hot?

he comes closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and your heart skips at the possibility of what could happen. but to your disappointment, he just lifts you up slightly helping you get down from the counter. he’s got that look on his face again - the one in which he feels like he’s figured you out.

‘well, now we’re even’ you declare, suddenly realising how naked you are compared to him. you hurriedly grab your clothes from the floor trying to cover up.

‘even?’ he laughs like you’ve said something incredibly stupid.

‘you cum all over me three times and we’re even? you owe me two extra orgasms -’ he stands right in front of you, lifting your face up with his hand ‘-and i’ll make sure you pay me back’

[the-daydreaming-show]

Fic Idea/Sneak Peek;

You were the daughter of a poor mortal couple, children of poor mortals whose ancestors had been lost to history. At twelve, you found a stressed and hungry Feyre Archeron in the woods while hunting (or trying to), and the two of you became companions in the treacherous woods while hunting, becoming friends (and the center of each other's worlds). Until you were fifteen, when your mother gave birth to a son, after years of her husband asking for it. But the birth was complicated; mother and baby were left weak, and you and your younger sister, Rue, became a liability, for you were not sons. You both disappeared one night without a trace, and no one, but Feyre, ever asked for an explanation of your fate. Even when that long-awaited son died before he turned three, Feyre never stopped asking and missing. Not until she herself disappeared, dragged by a beast into the woods, and the rest was history. 

Years later, as Prythian let the dust settle after the war with Hybern. And while the Night Court still rejoiced at the birth of their High Lord and High Lady's first child, a message flew to immortal lands across the world:

From this day, one will be, and only one, the queen of the mortal lads of the world.

Does who bent the knee to you, would keep their land and titles. Those who took arms against you and your dragons would be thrown down, humble and destroyed.

With the threat of mortal queens and the need to fulfill a promise now meaningless, you agree to visit the Night Court to reunite with Feyre. You meet her family, the new and the old, and discuss a possible alliance in the future (and inevitable) wars that will come with the absence of the wall. You know how it will end, but you go anyway. Perhaps one last look at what could have been before meeting those eyes across a battlefield would close a part of your heart that you needed to keep quiet to fulfill your goal.

Little did you know, fate and the Mother had different plans for a relationship you already thought was dead and lost. It turns out it just needed to be completed.

NOTE: I plan on writing about this, at least a couple parts, if you'd like to read it let me know and also tell me if you want to be tagged when it comes out;

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